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JUNE, 1912 




Editor in Chief, ATHERTON MONROE, '12 

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Ladies and Gentlemen : 

^fHE Class of Nineteen Hundred and books lies the soul of the Whole Past Time : 

^J^ Twelve welcomes you cordially to the articulate, audible voice of the Past, 

these exercises, which mark the close when the body and material substance of it 

of our High School life. Our school days has altogether vanished like a dream." 

have been busy, happy ones and they make Perhaps the most inspiring books are 

us look forward with those which tell about 
pleasure to the life be- 

fore us. 

In school we have 
been continually urged 
to do things which 
should be of lasting 
benefit. This last year, 
especially, we have been 
encouraged to read 
books worth reading 
and a list of the best 
was given to each pupil. 
Now, is it not a waste 
of time to read books 
which give us nothing to 
think about and no in- 
formation, when other 
books, written in just 
as interesting a style, 

the lives of famous peo- 
ple. There is something 
inexplicable in a well- 
written biography, which 
we gain in no other 
kind of book. In auto- 
biographies especially, 
the living spirit of the 
man breathes through 
every paragraph a n d 
cannot but be inspiring. 
In the late Tom L. 
Johnson's book, "The 
Story of My Life," we 
feel very keenly the in- 
domitable power a n d 
will which fought so 
long and splendidly to 
conquer at last, and the 

are at hand? For instance, we all know thought comes to us, that if he could fight 

the bare history of the Civil War, the dates against great odds so bravely, surely we can 

of the battles and the number of men killed, fight and conquer our petty daily troubles. 

perhaps, but how many of us ever realized Reading the lives of such people as Alice 

the human, the personal, the utterly sad Freeman Palmer, Booker T. Washington, 

part of it all until we had read such books Thomas A. Edison, Lord Nelson, or Daniel 

as "The Crisis" or Tarbell's "Life of Lin- Webster incites us to accomplish things as 

coin?" We learn the facts of Roman his- they did. As one of the great uses of books 

tory, but it takes "The Last Days of is to arouse a good ambition in us, surely 

Pompeii" to make us realize that real peo- those books are most useful to us which 

pie lived at that time who felt in just the have that influence. 

same way that we feel. These books are One good result of reading standard 

more interesting than many purely im- authors, such as Dickens and others who 

aginative stories, because they give the portray human nature wonderfully well, is 

spirit of the past. We surely owe much the interest it gives us in people round 

to these books and we realize our debt, the about us. We like to watch them and see 

more we read them. As Carlyle says : "In wherein they resemble characters with 


whom we have become familiar through our 
reading. Everyone has met a Micawber, 
always "waiting for something to turn up ;" 
a Mrs. Micawber, who will "never desert 
Mr. Micawber;" a beautiful "little Nell," 
with someone depending upon her ; a splen- 
did Agnes, ready to be a good angel to some 
David, and even a Uriah Heep, who is "al- 
ways 'umble." When we are alone in a 
crowd, we feel much less lonely if we can 
amuse ourselves by finding the types of 
people about which we have read. 

Another result of good reading is the 
ability to discuss interesting subjects in an 
interesting manner and with enjoyment. 
A mutual enjoyment of books immediately 
gives a common bond of interest. Through 
another's eyes, we see the book in new 
light. If it is worth while, there are usually 
social conditions, characters or historical 
events to talk over. By this means, we 
gain a new insight into life and broaden 
our interests. No one is pleasanter to meet 
than the person who has read books on 
varied subjects and who enjoys talking 
about them. Then, too, historical novels 
are good sources from which to get the 
history of the times about which they are 
written, in a pleasant way. 

From this it must not be inferred that we 
have not noticed, appreciated, and taken 
advantage of the progressive movement in 
our school during the last four years. Im- 
portant strides forward have been made 
and we have not been blind to them. The 
Athletic Field is filling a long-felt need in 
giving the school its own ground for all 
kinds of sports ; an excellent equipment for 
presenting dramas in our own hall is surely 
a splendid addition ; then, a vocational 
bureau has been formed to help those who 
wish, to find congenial work ; the courses 
of stud)' have been enlarged and a great 
advance in Domestic Science and Physical 
Culture has been made. In the last two 
years, also, we have had the privilege of 
hearing men in the different professions as 
well as in business, tell about their work. 
Thus, we have had the advantage of listen- 
ing to a number of inspiring, live talks. 
Yet we believe that the reading of good 
books is essential and fundamental in any 
scheme of education in every age. More- 
over, there is a danger of forgetting this, 
especially today, when public school educa- 
tion tends so strongly toward the utilitarian. 
So our apology for speaking on this old- 
fashioned subject is — "Lest we forget." 








Ladies and Gentlemen : — 

^^HE modern high schools are equipping 
^^ young people with all the knowledge 
that books contain, still they are not 
equipping enough with that important ab- 
straction which books also contain, culture. 
There is, therefore, an 
evident lack of refine- 
ment in the deportment 
of many high school 
pupils. This deficiency 
has two chief sources, 
one, inside ; the other 
outside of the school. 
The damming of these 
springs is not, of course, 
wholly within the power 
of the school, but it is 
in its power to lay a firm 
foundation upon which 
the pupil may construct 
his retaining walls. 

The causes of the lack 
of culture which issue 
from the internal source 
are these : the strong 
tendency of the pupil to master merely the 
text of his assignments, the practical 
courses, and lastly, the too great scarcity of 
teachers who are innately polished and who 
are interested in teaching gentility as well 
as X plus Y equals 3. 

The difficulty on the part of the pupil lies 
here : he does not see the interesting or the 
educational points. He goes about his work 
with the sole idea of satisfying the teacher, 
rather than with the design of instructing 
himself. He does not realize that the 
school is for his good, not for the teacher's, 
and that if he does not make the best use 
of it, he is doing himself an injury. This 
is a fundamental principle, which, when 
thoroughly understood, will make school 

life much pleasanter. In the practical 
courses, culture is present, although 
more deeply hidden; just enough so 
that the average student fails to get it, 
and, therefore, has only bones when 

he should have meat. 
Because of this fact, the 
pupil is likely to go 
through life but poorly 
nourished, unless h e 
helps himself to the best. 
The most efficient rem- 
edy is, then, to mix the 
practical and the cul- 
tural evenly, that the 
pupil may be furnished 
with both meat and bone 
in their most beneficial 

Now let us consider 
the teacher's part. It is 
easy to imagine the time 
when the teaching forces 
of our schools will be 
recruited largely from 
the first generation of the educated, unless 
something is done to make the profession 
worth while to the second generation. If 
we cease to have families of teachers, if the 
sons and daughters of professional men, 
the cultured, the refined, no longer find 
teaching to their liking, it would be well to 
look into the causes, remedy them, and so 
save much inherited and acquired culture 
for the school. If this refinement could be 
thus saved, the evident need of it, as men- 
tioned above, would be partly obviated. 

The external causes of the lack of culture 
are the street, and extreme athleticism. By 
the street, we mean its associations. For 
instance, when a person spends his spare 
time on the street, lounging up and down, 


loitering in the doorways, or dawdling on 
the corner, we know that such a person is 
not receiving much culture, simply because 
the street is not a center of refinement. 
The school, of course, has no control over 
one except in school hours ; as a result, the 
little polish acquired daily in the school- 
room is tarnished by the vulgar atmosphere 
of the street. In the same way, home cul- 
ture is destroyed. It is very evident that 
when the street has a warm room in the 
heart, culture has an icy corner in the mind. 

An attack of extreme athleticism is not 
so difficult to treat ; it is simply an over- 
indulgence in sport. It is a lesser evil than 
loafing, yet will do much harm if left ira- 
watehed. It is a well-known fact that the 
language of the athletic world is not ele- 
gant, that the manners are not polished, that 
the conduct there is not refined. Then, on 
the part of some athletes, there is a striving 
for newspaper fame that is very apt to 
drive cultivation away. Oftentimes a per- 
son in such a case will throw everything 
else, culture included, aside, for the sake of 
newspaper notoriety. It is surely a great 
price to pay for such a return. 

The worst effect of both these evils is 
obvious : they shut out the taste for refined 
companions and instructive reading, and 
lead clearly to a loss of gentility, which, to- 
gether with knowledge, should be an aid to 

progress. A rough path may be shaped by 
blindly smashing through life with the pon- 
derous, blunt sledge-hammer of practicality, 
but a smooth highway may be constructed 
with that same hammer, augmented by the 
keen edge of culture. Refinement always 
aids its possessor. 

Culture may be acquired in various ways, 
one of the best of which is by direct contact 
with the best minds among men, a means 
not so universal as reading, but more broad- 
ening in its effect. In our dealings with 
such men, we hear the best language, find 
the best manners, receive the best ideas ; 
briefly, we see culture pictured before us 
on canvas of the same general weave as our 
own, but painted much more delicately and 
harmonically ; the impression received, too, 
is far clearer than that of any book, deeper 
than that of a printed page, far more edu- 
cational than that of mere words. Conse- 
quently, in our contact with these master- 
pieces, the paint, the culture, rubs off, as it 
were, without harming the original, and 
contributes toward the betterment of our 
own portrayal of refinement. 

Culture, knowledge, knowledge, culture ; 
they work best side by side ; let us remem- 
ber then, as we pass on, that knowledge and 
culture are also truth, and that truth con- 
quers ! 






Prophecy of the Class of 1912 


^ft* the casual observer it must seem 
^^ pathetic, exasperating and embarras- 
sing that I, a humble and a peaceful 
citizen, should insolently vaunt myself the 
most sensible person along the entire course 
of the river Charles, and 
immediately thereafter 
aver my immaculate 
modesty. Nevertheless, 
these are facts ; and 
facts have proof. On 
the thirteenth instant of 
this preceding month, 
the mighty Charles turn- 
ed over in his bed. All 
Waltham was shaken by 
the shock. But, I hum- 
bly assert and do sol- 
emnly attest that I, and 
I only, was sensible to 
the shock, and that I 
only was consciously 
shocked, although it is 
asserted that at some 
time between the hours 
of twelve and one that night, as the water 
began to flow up instead of down the dam, 
the machinery of the Boston Manufacturing 
Company, which by the way is run by water- 
power, did for a while go backwards, and 
instead of turning out the usual woolen 
stuffs, turned out instead lambs, with the 
first letter slightly modified. It is also said 
that at about this time the compasses of 
the good ship Hercules did for a while point 
every which way, but this I ascribe more to 
the violent somnambulistic delusions which 
Captain Cobb was about this time under- 
going than to the disturbance of the water. 
He was stealing bases in the Newton game. 
But how, why, or wherefore I should be 
abroad at this ghastly hour is not for the 
vulgar ken and inquiring looks of men. 

Suffice to say, here I was, with the stiff, 
bending rows of artificial lights receding 
into the distance and the prancing ripples 
playfully reflecting the cream-like effusion 
of my stern light. Irresistibly I dangled my 

hand in the mellow 
waters. The boat waved 
gently up and down, for 
that ever efficient and 
sufficient body, known as 
the Metropolitan Park 
Commission, were in- 
dustriously engaged in 
dredging a grape-arbor 
in the cemetery. I glid- 
ed softly on. Then — 
horrible d i c t u — the 
above mentioned shock 
occurred, and a most 
horrible prodigy pre- 
sented itself to my eyes. 
As sometimes a muddy 
stream cleaves the bank 
of a snow-white course 
and pollutes this stream 
with its sluggish waters, my hand destroyed 
the sparkling purity of our delightful 
Charles. At this ominous sight a terrible 
faintness overcame me while the all-sympa- 
thetic eyes of heaven twinkled in silent 
mirth at my most child-like horror. Then 
my hand and eyes were overcome by an 
indescribable itching and smarting and I 
was compelled to rub them. No sooner had 
my dripping hand lent its moisture to my 
burning eye-balls than a blinding flash al- 
most destroyed my vision. Even now when 
I stare at the starry heavens, a bright glare 
stretches across the sky, and it still strange- 
ly affects my eyes to stare at the sun. 

Then gradually the glaring blindness was 
swept away from my eyes and the bright 
light seemed to melt into the form of a 


flourishing suburb of a great city of the 
middle of the twentieth century, and I rec- 
ognized in the green outlines the growing 
city of Waltham. The season was about 
the beginning of summer, when the noisy 
bees in the bright, blossoming gardens vie 
with each other in their errands of 
diligence, and tirelessly chant their nasal 
refrains on frugality and husbandry. With 
buoyant spirits and with footsteps lighter 
than Day, too happy for artificial aid, I 
stretched my ambulatory segments and at- 
tacked the city by a most circuitous route. 
I was amply repaid for my pains ; for as I 
approached the city in the course of the 
North Wind, a series of explosions shocked 
my ears. I stepped back and scanned the 
horizon. Many stone-throw's distant, bath- 
ing his feet in the Cambridge Water Basin 
and sitting on the rocky crest of Prospect 
Hill, was our lofty and respected president, 
James Frederic Wright Clark. Exuberant 
at the sight of one sympathetic mortal, he 
churned the rocky waters in delight. He 
smiled from ear to ear, and modulated these 
words in his cupped hands : 

"Oh dear and long lost brother, welcome 
back to our midst! The way of the world 
is hard, but the weight of the icemen is 
worse. Rejoice in your heart, and all is 

Of course, such an inquisitive individual 
as I could not refrain from asking foolish 
questions. He was in the employ of the 
Edison Electric Light Company, making 
light of bad matters. What these bad mat- 
ters were he did not say, but I could easily 
imagine. He had put Atlas out of business 
by standing on his earthen pedestal and 
shoving the sky up several hundred feet, 
and that poor worthy had died between sor- 
row and joy at the loss of his life-long oc- 
cupation. Of course, this was a rare streak 
of luck for the undertakers, but a poor day 
for Frederic. Henceforth Frederic must 
support the sky which, indeed, left him little 
enough to support a family. 

He had displayed his aggressive and 
enterprising disposition by making a corner 
on the sun for his employers, which, al- 
though it severely burned his thumb and 
forefinger, made a fortune for his firm. 

Fred didn't stop to take the shells off the 
peanuts ! No ! ! He could easily clean out 
a bakery at one sitting. But he could at a 
pinch be appeased by such articles as apple- 
trees and the like. Of the first he would 
spit out the roots which, being chewed up 
fine, made excellent kindling wood, while 
animals he ate much as we eat apples, spit- 
ting out the skin at each mouthful. He was 
the terror of aeronauts, from whose ma- 
chines he would eat the wings and whom, 
to their great alarm, he would drop from 
some fabulous height to certain, sudden 
death, only to save them by sticking out his 
leg to watch them slide down his shin and 
glide off his big toe, for like the great Gunga 
Din of yore, "a twisty piece of rag and a 
goat-skin water-bag was all the field equip- 
ment 'e could find "that was anyway near 
big enough. The reason for his great size, 
he said, was a slight mistake he had made 
when back in the high school while trying 
to find out what Hydrogen Sulph-ate. With 
his peculiar guttural .sounds he directed me 
to every member of our glorious class and 
promised me his well-wishes and even as- 
sistance. Thrice he spat lustily upon his 
hands and anointed my head with the 
same. A strange power came over me and 
I was able to render myself either visible 
or invisible as desire and necessity came 
upon me. Light of heart and limb I ad- 
vanced and turned my attention to onr 
charming secretary and treasurer. There 
she sat in the chimney-corner in a ripe, old 
age, or rather in a rocking chair worn out 
with old age, her cheeks glowing in the 
light and heat of a smouldering fire, also, 
perhaps, in the excitement obtained from 
dashing off harmless-looking little notes en- 
titled, "Class of 1912, Dr., $200." If your 
name was on it, blush; but blushing won't 


ever get the class a red cent. At her dainty 
feet lay a half finished manuscript entitled, 
"Barry (ers) Burst Away, or Moody's 
Gloom in a Gloomy Mood," and "Prom- 
enading as a Fine Art." Here she was 
after a somewhat turbulent passage on 
Life's uncertain course. She still retained 
her rosy cheeks and genial smile which was 
wont to broaden into a grin as she told of 
a certain little notice appearing on the 
board in Room 19: "If Jack Frost paid 
his class dews, would Jeannette Daboll ?" 

But there is money in our midst. Law- 
rence says there is great money in Al-hens. 
Verily, we believe you, Lawrence, but "bad 
news, like bad eggs, should be broken 
gently. Pst ! Lawrence, Rachel Sawyer! 
By the way, Claribel and Lawrence are en- 
gaged in the production of hens and hen- 
kind out on Bacon street, where Allen 
is continually startling the world with his 
strange discoveries. Only yesterday he an- 
nounced that he had found a yoke of oxen 
in a "hard" boiled egg. Notice that we say 
"hard" boiled, for we had quite an argu- 
ment with Lawrence over the same, and 
finally arrived at the conclusion that a 
hardly boiled egg is not the required result. 
But for the benefit of history in general let 
me state that Lawrence always preferred 
teacher's understudying to studying under 

And Warren, too, had other Ames. The 
youngest died last week, leaving one soli- 
tary aim — self destruction. He said it was 
because he couldn't make Alice Wheeler ; 
but then, we don't know. Perhaps you 
thought Alice was intended for another ! 
But this is as we found them ; and sew is 
so and fairs are fouls, if you didn't see the 
umpire last. And what became of Fred 
Stearns, you ask! Oh! after breaking the 
Edison record for distinct speaking into a 
phonograph horn, Fred accepted an import- 
ant diplomatic position in Turkey, and was 
finally adopted by the Kaliph. As he found 
this life very congenial, he settled down 

there and wrote several exhausting treatises 
on Shakespeare. 

Now for Alfred Paul Behrman, that 
worthy who, it is asserted by one of our 
illustrious contemporaries, attained his 
highest degree of development at the age of 
fourteen and thenceforth lived in a state of 
child-like innocence. True to his nature, 
disposition and inclination, boys will be 
boys and Alfy is Alfy. When I saw him 
he was in the same old business. He was 
running a nursery. He was, however, at 
that time making a specialty of Geometries 
and Ambushes. He said there was money 
in both, and of course I believed him. But 
we always suspected Alfy of medical in- 
clinations : he was such a good German. 
But that was probably spoiled by sitting so 
near that Brackett. Richard, by the way, 
was enjoying the sweet distinction of being 
the first Speaker of the House from Wal- 
tham. His famous speech to the School 
Board denouncing the study of Latin in 
the public schools is now read all over the 
country, and Richard with his fetching 
smile and manly tread is Speaker of the 
House — er, that is, he is supposed to be. 
But you can imagine how much Richard 
would say with Louise Taylor in the same 
House. "Lucy," too, had gathered world- 
wide note in her famous fight for the quart- 
measure, abolition of drying towels, and by 
her third oration asking how much the im- 
provement of our water-ways. 

But still the end is not always governed 
at the start. Take Richard Burckes, for in- 
stance. Although he was always good at 
making faces, who ever suspected such an 
inattentive, mischievous scamp as Dicky of 
making watches. But perhaps it was 
through the second virtue, for, as his card 
signified, we found him as Richard Burckes, 
Vice-president, Waltham Watch Company. 
And speaking of Burckes, reminds one of 
"Biscuits." Hazel was president of the fa- 
mous "Elysium Club," an amalgamation of 
five, whose roll embraced Hazel Elizabeth 


Bistrup, president ; Alice Elizabeth Gor- 
man, secretary ; Marion Elizabeth Hines, 
treasurer; Hazel Elizabeth Hodgman, art- 
director, and Florence Elizabeth Murphy, 
vice-president. Their influence in Waltham 
social and political social circles was second 
only to that of Nellie Barry and the Wal- 
tham Woman's Club ; while their specific 
sphere was reviving and restoring the 
Elizabethan Era. As a sort of a side issue 
they conducted a huge department store on 
Felton street. Its surrounding scenery was 
superb. On one side, one was reminded of 
the pleasures of our school-life by the grind- 
ing of the Barry Lumber Mill. A sweet, 
effervescent fragrance permeated the entire 
locality and rose, no doubt, from a modest 
little garden in the background, where to 
the benefit of her purse and to the satis- 
faction of the aged city fathers. Hazel 
Arietta Arneson, successfully bent all her 
consumate agricultural endowments in the 
art of raising tracks. 

Florence Murphy served in the capacity 
of chief buyer and head of the provision 
department, while Hazel Bistrup had charge 
of the candy-counter, where "Elysium 
Kisses" seemed to be the chief attraction. 
I had pushed everybody in the crowd and 
was starting in pursuit of a middle-aged 
lady over at the hardware counter whom I 
had not yet bumped into, when I felt a 
tickling sensation on my right foot. I cast 
my eyes to the ground and beheld the ad- 
vance-guard of one of Kearsley's feet. In 
desperate haste I mounted an adjacent stool 
and awaited the arrival of its owner. After 
a brief cessation of hostilities, during which 
I reviewed and applauded the many counter 
attacks, Bert hove into sight. His nose was 
smeared with blood, while little pieces of 
glass sparkled playfully on the dark back- 
ground of his gorgeous Prince Albert coat, 
and my glance slipped on a daub of caked 
soup as I stared at the otherwise spotless 
and glaring shirt front, the poor position of 
which I ascribed to its poor bringing up. 

"Hardware, first floor; underwear, elevator 
to the next floor ; glassware, third floor ; 
silverware, fourth floor ; and an unsur- 
passed toy annex on the seventh floor. 
Luncheon served every half hour, and 
double, illegal stamps every Friday after- 
noon. If the goods don't suit, don't bring 
them back. Count your change, please, be- 
fore you leave the counter, ma'm," quoth 
Kearsley, tempo accelerando manner, pat- 
ting his delicate, golden locks. Then turn- 
ing abruptly on his heel, he tore up half a 
dozen tickets to a grand opera. In a frenzy 
I embraced his knees as a suppliant and en- 
treated him to show me a-bout. He laugh- 
ingly tossed me a couple of tickets to the 
Randies- Johnson fight that evening. "Sec- 
ond floor, third counter to the right," he an- 
nounced by habit and bid me "come on." 

We found Hazel Hodgman skillfully 
drawing water in the art-department, and 
Lillian Barker in the medical department, 
making a specialty of window panes and 
hour-glasses. Marion Hines had charge of 
the Men's Furnishings Department ; and it 
was here that I met a Munroe and Fletcher, 
the only two male members of the firm. 
Atherton, who had while in our midst pre- 
pared to study naval designing at Tech, 
was engaged in the crockery department 
designing vessels. He had caused a com- 
plete metamorphoses in the medical world 
by the publication of his startling theory 
which enjoyed world-wide fame under the 
name of Munroe Doctoring ; but his su- 
preme desire seemed some day to become 
a really, truly editor on a really, truly pa- 
per. Fletcher, on the other hand, suffered 
considerable fame as a locksmith. He had 
renewed the auburn locks of John D., and 
had invented locks which prevented the 
wearer from losing his head, but his spe- 
cialty was hemlocks. It was rumored, 
however, that Frank was not quite right in 
his head and his own sunny locks were 
afflicted with decay, this being due from in- 
jury to the cube-roots formed by patient 









attendance at Ross' lunch-counter, while 
the first from super acceleration, they said, 
caused, aided, and abetted by that delight- 
ful trip the cast had to Castle Square to see 
what Romeo and Juliett. 

I found Herrick Greenleaf running the 
elevator, which, being a hydraulic affair, 
ran about as fast as I could walk. I asked 
him how he was and he said that he was 
(draughts) man, which in the end I found 
was merely a dignified way of stating that 
he was janitor. In sympathy, I lamented 
his paleness, which I supposed was due to 
the confining nature of his work. He re- 
futed this theory, however, and explained 
that he had broken his trom-bone. His 
friends said that, although it was a great 
thing for the community, it had affected 
Herrick's reason ; but to me Herrick seem- 
ed better off without his trom-bone. And, 
speaking of the confining nature of his 
work, let me say right here, Dot Buell gave 
up her position on the police force for this 
very reason. By the way, her book, "Ath- 
letic Training for School Girls," is almost 
a classic with a host of endorsers. 

But to me it seemed simple, nonsensical, 
and silly to have A. Dorr daubed on an 
article of the same name. Surely, I thought, 
they give us credit for that much sense, 
even if they do assert a strictly cash busi- 
ness. But I was even more surprised when 
I saw the interior of the room. There sat 
Alice, up to her neck in waste-paper, and 
every here and there overturned ink-bottles 
lent their gruesome horror to the dismal 
scene. Disgust boiled in my throat ; but I 
was forced to grin at the awful timidity 
of my guide. Respect then dulled the edge 
of contempt as I listened to her wonderful 
exploits. Her payrole name was Economi- 
cal Readjuster. It was whispered that she 
had saved her firm ten times her salary in 
one year, but her latest innovation, which 
startled this quiet world, was one whereby 
she did away with the shirt-waste. 

On the sixth floor I found a unique sale 

in odd shoes in the process of preparation. 
With dripping brow and upturned sleeves, 
Mildred Chatterbox Smith flitted here and 
there between the counters, stopping only 
long enough, as she encountered me, to ex- 
plain that tomorrow she would startle the 
world with a sale of woman's rights. In 
an isolated corner of the same floor I found 
"Pat" McCabe. His eyes were concealed 
by immense smoked glasses, which he was 
compelled to wear on account of severely 
strained muscles obtained by four strike- 
outs in the Arlington game. He was chief 
salesman of the refrigerator department. 
As usual, he was keeping very cool. He 
had enhanced the beauty of a delightful 
roof-garden by the installation and culture 
of some exquisite cold-storage plants. 
Their cool and soothing fragrance was the 
delight of the wearied shopper. 

From here, after a delightful little repast 
served by a trim little maid in white, namely 
Mary Taylor, I descended with breathless 
haste in the elevator, and I had scarcely 
emerged from this disreputable street and 
again set foot upon the concrete ways of 
Moody street when a most striking spec- 
tacle smote my vision. Our Principal might 
well exclaim that he would like to see all 
the Fyfes in the Assembly Hall. Truly, 
they were a wonderful sight ! At their head 
strode Harold Eaton and Carl Richards, 
two lusty coppers with the traditional brass 
buttons and big feet. Then behind them 
fluttered a large banner bearing this in- 
scription, "O Ling, Oriental Circus." Be- 
hind this smiled Irmgarde Oelling herself 
on a milk white charger ; at her right rode 
Laura Belle Smith, famous for her render- 
ing of the Jolly Black Smiths; and at her 
left rode in the guise of Cupid the late 
lamented Herby Evans, who — sad fate ! ! — 
implicitly following instructions, shot him- 
self in a basket-ball game. Behind these 
shrieked a noisy brass band ; the bass-drum, 
supported by Marguerite Daniells, was 
maliciously beaten by Constance Hicks. 


Josephine Pelkey played second bass, Mil- 
dred Harvey, the cymbols ; Lucy Buker, the 
piccolo ; Kathryn Havey, the cornet ; and 
Myra Morris and Signa Ridstrom, the ket- 
tle drums. Ora Gove was drum major. 
Shortly behind these came the rubber-band. 
They were mounted on a high wagon and 
consisted of Gertrude .Butterfield, who 
played the clarinet ; Bertha McKenna, the 
harmonica ; Helen Dougherty, the cymbals ; 
and Mary McDonough, the geometry ex- 
pert, who played the triangles. Every lit- 
tle while along the route Beatrice Green- 
leaf mounted a soap box and rooted for 
woman's rights. Drowning her humble 
efforts, Bessie Strom shouted through a 
megaphone: "Don't forget the big base- 
ball game Saturday afternoon at 3.30, 
Bloomer Girls vs. Athletics. Batteries for 
today — WILL BE : Flossie May Maenche 
and Edith Eliva Marguerite Kristenson ; 
for the Athletics, William Edward Duffy 
and Tris Speaker." The procession was 
brought to a close by the shrieks of a noisy 
steam organ, steered and guided by Helen 
Bernice Adams. 

Lost in fond reveries, with my mind's eye 
I traced the course of the ark, how it had 
fondly settled on the summit of Mount 
Prospect and then gracefully slid down into 
its present cozy nest. It was still there, and 
I even found the very place, and I even 
fitted my envied relic into its former posi- 
tion. The wind and weather had changed 
the hole but little and it fitted the chink to 
perfection. Mindful of the sanctifying 
touch of the patriarch Noah, I kissed it in 
superstitious awe, when a husky looking 
buzz wagon slid into place alongside of me 
and a man-shaped creature rushed into the 
store nearby, muttering something about 
death and taxis, while I recognized the fea- 
tures of Stick Day and Charlie Janes in the 
laughing inmates. Of course, we scraped, 
salaamed, and grinned ; and then my class- 
mates rushed out, thumped me on the 
shoulders, about crushed by hands, and did 

about everything customary to start the flow 
of conversation, which, of course, was not 
as hard as it looked among such long-parted 
friends. Charlie, I learned, had gone 
through Harvard in two years, receiving 
"magna cum laude" in Latin and in Alge- 
bra. He then completed his education at 
Heidelberg University, Germany, where he 
broke the world's record in both the hun- 
dred and the hammer-throw on the same 
day. Besides tutoring wayward students in 
French, he was conducting joy-rides to 
Castle Square. Slats had acquired world- 
wide fame as head of the Belmont Detec- 
tive Agency through his skilful manage- 
ment of a murder mystery. Cobb, the big 
fellow who had rushed past me so im- 
politely, they said, had tired of football and 
baseball and had gone back to E. S. Ball, 
and was still quite a favorite with the candy 
case. Coming out of the store, I espied a 
prosperous looking young citizen whose 
carefree, smiling countenance brightened if 
not cheered me. All of us must have our 
tips and downs, but he asserts that he got 
the latter with his name only. "Nat" 
Downs it is — by baptism Nathaniel Edward 
— still the same old fish, although now the 
proud possessor of knowledge bearing on 
the locality of Medford Hills, and even yet 
he is looking for some honest and upright 
citizen to present him with that "W" which 
he says he earned, although he declares that 
it is like striking a "W" on an upright 

In imminent peril of my life, I crossed 
the rustling Charles by way of Moody street 
suspension bridge, so-called from the state 
of mind of those going over or under, and 
from the rapidity with which repairs are 
conducted upon it. Scarcely had I put it 
a stone's throw behind my back when I had 
the pleasure of meeting and conversing with 
Messrs. Duffy and Morrisey, the latter plus 
an M. D. Bianca says that Henry couldn't 
make an ink-well ; but, ah ! the little town 
bows in reverence to our Henry, for Henry 


is different from the regular clique : he 
touches before he cures like the mighty 
kings of yore. Duffy, on account of his 
failing eyesight, had been compelled to re- 
tire from active big-league service, but, un- 
able to resist the lure of the big game, he 
invested his carefully saved earnings, and 
for the seventh consecutive year had suc- 
ceeded in bringing the pennant to Boston 
and had entered as many victorious teams 
in world's championship series. He was a 
decided success as a big-league magnate, 
with a decided attraction for the stars. 
Wondering at the boy with the wheel-bar- 
row who dogged Duffy's footsteps and 
gasping at his prodigous diamond, I com- 
mented on its great size and necessary 
weight. "Yes," he replied, "but the sun 
makes it light and I have this wheel-barrow 
for dark days." 

But, say, you ought to see Harold Eaton ! 
Pa had gone into the restaurant business, 
and, of course, allotted one to himself. Be- 
sides taking up policing as a past-time, he 
became famous as the tennis champion of 
the United States. I was, indeed, surprised 
at the success of one, Carl Emerson. He 
had successfully combined the ministry with 
the shoe business, and had acquired an en- 
viable reputation by the invention and 
manufacture of a simple little device for 
saving soles. When I saw him, he was 
rapidly increasing his reputation and his 
wealth, both of which he squandered so 
recklessly back in the High School. 

But our poet one turned out to be a 
taxidermist. In the year of our Lord 1923, 
George Herbert Everett, Jr., entered the em- 
ploy of the Scenic Play House Company 
and took up the work of dressing bears. 
Three years later his wife, Laura Stewart, 
obtained a divorce from him on account of 
his familiarity with the stars, and the judge 
only growled, "I thought so," when Bert 
named his astronomy teacher. In remorse 
Bert resigned his munificent position, and 
after two years of endeavoring to survive 

by his piscatorial attainments, he accepted 
the position of janitor at the La Flagg semi- 
nary for girls, where Fred was making a 
great success, due, no doubt, to his close 
observation of girl-kind while still a youth. 
He was ably assisted by H. Fleming, as 
spiritual adviser, who said that his greatest 
difficulty was in "trying" aeronauts ; Herby 
French took great pains in the instruction 
of the art of distinct articulation and ven- 
triloquism, although he did at times serve 
as assistant to Hazel Sherman, athletic 
trainer. Winifred dishing took up the art 
of teaching and imparting real knowledge 
of geometry, but to this day she has never 
been able to find her figure on the black- 
board, although she stoutly asserts that it 
is not a scalene triangle. Laura Fisher and 
Winifred Douglas vied with each other in 
the most modern methods of teaching Ger- 
man ; and the better to accomplish this end, 
they even adopted the native costume, 
which, to say the least, had a very pic- 
turesque effect. Canoeing and automobil- 
ing were taught by a Miss Howe. Although 
Roberta Johnson was without an equal as a 
linguist, she was much better known as the 
inventor of the Library-bureau and the in- 
come derived from the royalties on this in- 
vention she gave to the school. Fred, the 
founder, was ably assisted in his multi- 
farious and imposing duties by his wife, 
Edith Wallis, and by the timely suggestions 
of his copper-friend, Carl Richards. The 
institution had been considerably benefited 
of late by the magnificent gift of a good 
old kind-hearted widow, by name Marion 
Henry, who especially desired that it be 
used in the study of small fruits, a subject 
which she herself had found so congenial. 

But of all the scholars the Waltham High 
School or Amherst College ever turned out, 
few are more prosperous than Harold 
Kaler. From a lowly citizen and a football 
manager, Kaler developed into an upright 
and respected citizen. On account of nis 
pre-eminence and standing in the pursuit 


of agricultural learning, he was duly in- 
stalled under the seventh consulship of 
Marcus Xtellus as a farmer of the public 
revenue. His knowledge on this subject 
was exhaustive and he displayed remark- 
able skill and ingenuity in the art of graft- 
ing. What surprised me most, however, 
was Kaler's personal appearance. It was 
reported that none of the city's resources 
were going to (Waist!), but, gorry, Kaler 
was ! As I entered his office a most cor- 
pulent affair strutted over to me and, had 
it not been for the outstretched hand, I 
would never have called it Kaler. Shaking 
hands seemd like engulfing the said mem- 
ber in pillows. He said, "Sit!" I did — he 
didn't : he rolled back onto a chair, and 
half a dozen waist-coat buttons played pit- 
a-pat on the ceiling. My, he was fat! If 
it had not been for the traditional cordiality 
of the stout man, my call would have been 
anything but pleasant. As it was, I almost 
choked when he suggested that we both 
descend in the same elevator — together — at 
once. Of course, I feigned elevator-sick- 
ness, and, as he could not follow, clattered 
down the stairs alone. In the door-way I 
passed Dorothy Allen, clad in the garb of 
chief of the fire department. She had 
lessened the number of fires in the shopping 
district ninety percent by the prohibition of 
fire-sales, and had once gone to a fire so 
quickly in her new automobile that before 
she got there, she met herself coming home. 
With her was Hattie Louise Taylor, who, 
besides enjoying the honors mentioned 
above, was drawing her salary as a draw- 
ing teacher. She was a great success as a 
drawing teacher. She drew crowds from 
all over the United States, and it was said 
that she had tearlessly refused thirty suit- 
ors in one day. It was hinted that the Six 
Little Brothers, Taylors, were the only ones 
who could suit her. 

You may try to be familiar with the 
different Stiles in automobiles, but there is 
one with which you can't. Then, again, all 

the world seems familiar with Marguerite 
and her petite machinist, Irene Hoyt. Mar- 
guerite holds the world's record for the 
two-twenty in an automobile. She com- 
pleted her education as a coed at Tufts, 
where she became known as the greatest 
protrayer of Shakespeare's woman char- 
acters since Eve. She had played before 
all the crowned heads of Europe, and while 
in German playing Romeo and Juliet, in the 
balcony scene, the scenery for some un- 
known reason broke down, causing Mar- 
guerite severe injuries. Irene surprised her 
many friends by becoming a militant suf- 
fragette and was elected first woman Mayor 
of South Waltham. Her reign, like that 
of Augustus, was very beneficial because of 
the many wise laws instituted by her, 
among which was the law regulating 
divorce ; the ground work was given her by 
Mrs. Reade. 

But God-ber praised ! We almost forgot" 
you ! She says she didn't find Wil-ard, so 
we suppose he found her easy, and we 
found Willard as the'grey-bearded patriarch 
of a flourishing little Latin colony on 
Spring street, a street always in favor with 
the Rowe-mans. But Willard was especially 
famous as the inventor and builder of 
Rowe-boats, and as the founder of a row- 
ing school in Auburndale. 

And their fame was as a match in ex- 
treme darkness which lights up a solitary 
face. Walter Randies was as a fixed star 
in a clouded heaven which seems charmed 
against the obstruction of a dusky cloud. 
For years the world throbbed under the 
blows of Walter E. Randies, paper-weight 
champion of the United States. Of course, 
this fame was in part due, no doubt, to the 
faithful work of his trainor, Henry Reed, 
founder of the "Horrible Logic School," 
which taught the sailors how to make 
watches. He acted in the capacity of 
trainor and manager, being an expert in 
oweds ! ' 

But of all our number, one only has risen 


so high as Hubert Welcome. After dis- 
covering the Wright method of flying, in a 
flight of the Imagination on July 4, 1913, 
he attained an altitude of 7,000 feet. Of 
course, it was due to Varley, who was serv- 
ing a life term as Welcome's mechanician. 
He put the propeller on wrong-side-to, and 
before Welcome could overcome his sur- 
prise and regain control of the machine, it 
had risen to this remarkable and unpre- 
meditated height. This event alone made 
"Welcome!" a byword, the subject of every 
conversation, the first word among long- 
parted friends, and was even inscribed over 
people's doorways. The Rose, that craft 

over which Welcome spent so much time 
and thought while in our midst, rose once 
and never Rose again. 

Then came a terrible crash. I shook the 
water from my eyes and floundered franti- 
cally to the weedy shore, eventually bring- 
ing up in the wilds of Stony Batter. My 
wrist and eye were all swollen. Two days 
later an ant-covered hulk was announced 
far down the stream. Of course, it is only 
a surmise ; but I don't see how in our well 
kept and finely dredged river, I could ever 
have mixed the shores with the waves and 
gone ploughing the tops off of ant hills. 
But love is blind ! 

Class Ode 


As sunrise stains the sky at dawn, 

Across the desert sands, 
A pilgrim plods his way, forlorn, 

To distant Holy Lands. 
Beyond the glaring, burning white, 

The snow-capped mountains show, 
And at their base, the palms invite 

To shades where streamlets flow. 

Across the glaring sands of Life 

A path there is, that leads 
To peace and fame, thru all the strife 

For those of noble deeds. 
The way is clear if we will fight 

With Truth close at our hand. 
And it will lead to temples bright. 

In distant Holy Lands. 

Today we leave the castle wall, 

The sands of Life to cross. 
And swiftly shall our footsteps fall ; 

For it shall be our loss 
I f we pass not across the sand 

Ere day gives place to night 
And reach the palms where temples stand. 

And all is fair and bright. 






Class History, 1912 



HE history of the Class of 1912 
begins with the ringing of numerous 
alarm clocks at precisely 5.30 on the 
morning of the 9th of September, 1908. 
This summons is followed by a great deal 
of yawning and tossing 
about, and, at length, by 
the opening of countless 
blue or brown eyes, the 
owners of which remain 
drowsily idle for some 
few minutes. Gradually, 
however, each gains pos- 
session of his senses 
(the alarm clocks are 
automatic and do not 
permit of laziness!), sits 
up, and looks around to 
see what the trouble is. 
Now, what is the mean- 
ing of all that racket? 
Good gracious ! Why, 
you are a Freshman in 
the Waltham High, and 
school begins this very 
clay at eight o'clock ! "The most un- 
earthly hour," you mutter to yourself 
as you hasten to dress, but, for all your 
hurry, it is seven o'clock when you finally 
sit down to breakfast — a breakfast that it 
is impossible to eat. What human being 
could eat on such a momentous day ? 

At 7.15 you march bravely out the front 
door, join your comrades, and proceed to 
the scene of action. Somehow or other, 
you meet no upper-class men on your way. 
Horror seizes you. What if you should be 
late ! Where would you go ? What would 
you do? You hasten on. Ah! A sigh of 
relief escapes you, for there is the town 
clock, and it is exactly twenty-five minutes 
before eight! Eagerly you gather every 
classmate of yours about you (there is 

safety in numbers!) and await your fate. 
Ten minutes gone! Fifteen gone! Sopho- 
mores, Juniors, Seniors begin to come. 
How you envy them their carefree looks ! 
Still in the group and clinging to your near- 
est neighbor, you enter 
the sacred portals and 
take refuge, if you are 
a girl, in room 8; if a 
boy, in room 5. For 
who so courageous as to 
dare walk down that 
lengthy corridor to the 
opposite end of the 

Soon a bell rings. 
After receiving careful 
directions, you climb a 
great many stairs, and 
find yourself, at length, 
in the Assembly Hall. 
How proud you feel— 
until some rude upper- 
class men make very 
personal remarks in very 
audible whispers about the "greenness" 
of the Freshmen. Ah ! who would think 
so small a word to hold so much 
contempt ! You are requested to re- 
main after morning exercises, and before 
long you are in the exact room and division 
in which you belong. And now you are in 
High School, and all the pictures, and 
statues, and bright sunny rooms are just as 
much yours as anyone else's ! And one of 
those desks, with the most adorable sort of 
cover, is yours, too ! Sometimes, to be sure, 
you find yourself searching in vain for your 
books, but that is only because you have un- 
intentionally walked into the wrong room ! 
A few such experiences as this makes you 
wish heartily for a silken cord such as 


Theseus had to guide him safely through 
his labyrinth. 

How quickly the days pass ! Before we 
realize it, a month has gone, and we must 
hold a class meeting. We do so, with the 
result that Henry Reed is elected president, 
Nellie Barry, vice president ; Atherton 
Monroe, secretary and treasurer ; William 
Barry, representative to the Athletic Com- 
mittee ; and Lawrence Allen, class reporter. 
We also decide to make the class dues fifty 
cents a year. 

About this time there is a great com- 
motion recesses in the vicinity of the flag- 
pole, and every member of the upper classes 
seems to hold a grudge against us Fresh- 
men. You ask why? But cast your eyes 
heavenward. Behold! a 1912 flag is waving 
gallantly in the breezes, and what's more, it 
didn't come down in a hurry ! 

Within doors, lessons are progressing 
rapidly, and many are the brilliant recita- 
tions, especially in Latin. Why, only a day 
or two ago, some ingenious person declared 
that "perterrio" meant "pug-dog." 

But now there is a very important matter 
up before us Freshmen, and that is the 
choice of our class pin. After considerable 
discussion, the pin has been chosen, and we 
are proud to be the first class to wear the 
established school pin. "Not that we love 
1912 less, but that we love Waltham High 
more !" 

The weeks come and go; lessons come 
and go ; reports come and go ; and finally, 
everything having come and gone, our first 
year in High School is over. We are no 
longer Freshmen — at last we have emerged 
from the Dark Ages, and we are not at all 
sorry. Neither are we sorry that vacation 
is here. 

But the two months' vacation is soon 
over. Again we are in High School, only 
now we are Sophomores. We are espe- 
cially conscious of the fact because of the 
swarms of very small and insignificant 
creatures who are always under foot — 

meaning, of course, the Freshmen. We 
feel pretty big this year, for may we not 
sing with the upper classes, have socials, 
and declamations, and all sorts of very de- 
lightful privileges? We are perfectly wild 
to have that first social of ours, but must 
wait our turn. And thus are we taught the 
meaning of patience ! 

. First, however, we must see about class 
officers. On September 30th, a meeting is 
held and the following officers elected : 
Alfred Cobb, president; Nellie Barry, vice- 
president ; Frank Dixon, secretary and 

Next, we must learn a little something, so 
we plunge boldly into Latin, geometry, Ger- 
man, English and a dozen or so other 
studies. Meanwhile, the general Division 
have been getting initiated into the marvels 
of typewriting, and have become so in- 
fatuated with the work that the recess bell 
itself can scarce tear them away. 

And, lastly, we must have a little play, 
so quite a number of us join the Concilmen. 
"Salve" and "Yale" are the pass-words that 
let us into the good times and send us home 
after them, ft will be a long time before 
we forget our afternoon at the bowling 
alley, the hare and hound race on Prospect, 
the lecture on Rome, and last, but in no 
wise least, our picnic. Perhaps you wonder 
why that is of so much importance. Easily 
explained ! ft was there that Fred Flagg 
first took such an interest in "It" — an in- 
terest which has, since infinitely increased 
until, at the present date, it takes the form 
of a deep and absorbing passion ! 

On the seventh of January, we hold our 
first class social, or rather, an apology for 
a social. If anyone can see anything par- 
ticularly sociable about a crowd, every 
member of which is scared pink with bash- 
fulness, we credit him with supernatural 
powers. But then, this is our first social — 
we hope they improve with experience. 
Our hopes are realized ! The months have 
passed and on May 5, we hold our second 









social. The boys do nobly, all bashfulness 
has flown to the winds ; and everyone has 
a perfectly splendid time. 

The subject of class mottoes now comes 
up before the class. A committee is chosen, 
and after a week or two of searching round, 
"Veritas Vincit," (Truth Conquers) is de- 
cided upon. Each models his life thereby 
and strives valiantly to prove the honesty 
of this statement. 

And now, at the last moment, summer 
comes hurrying in, and we find we are 

We assemble as such after the ten weeks' 
vacation and immediately hold a class meet- 
ing. There are so many present, the whole 
Assembly Hall is filled. (This statement is 
made on good authority, and is not to be 
contradicted !) 

Harold Reed, Nellie Barry and Helen 
Carter are chosen by this vast multitude for 
president, vice-president, and secretary, re- 

To say that we are "Juniors" is merely a 
convenient way of saying we are very wise 
and know everything about everything. To 
prove this, Rachel displays her boundless 
knowledge in Ancient History, and tell us 
that Agamemnon was a Scottish fighter. 
We also hear how Athens made a "treaty" 
(something between a truce and a treaty, 
most likely) and did a lot of other queer 

Before long, we hold our first social, and 
all enjoy themselves immensely, playing 
"Drop the Handkerchief," "Winkum," 
"Where Art Thou, Rachael" (by the way, 
where was Rachel?), eating ice-cream, and 
dancing until "lights out" announced that 
it was time to depart nach Hause. The 
weeks pass by "silently one by one" as far 
as recitations are concerned, and it is not 
long before we hold another social and have 
another good time. 

About this time, we are conscious that 
something of great importance is about to 
take place. To tell the truth, we are not 

allowed to forget it, for at all hours of the 
day we find ourselves pursued by Jeannette 
(since Helen has left school), who vainly 
endeavors to extort from us our class dues. 
All these things are merely preliminaries to 
the "Prom" which we give the Seniors. 
That Prom ! We certainly have a most de- 
lightful time there, but ah! if only "twere 
done when 'tis done !" F'or weeks after, we 
are visited by the most terrible nightmares, 
and by the awful feeling that someone is 
ever waiting to spring at us. All too true ! 
Financially, the Prom was a failure, and 
Jeannette is still on the warpath. 

A few weeks after this great event, we 
bid good-bye to the Seniors, and find our- 
selves (at least, most of us do) ready to 
take their places. 

On the eleventh of September, 87 of the 
197 of us who entered Waltham High as 
Freshmen just four years ago, return for 
our last year, and we are now allowed to 
take our places in those long desired "front 
seats" in the Assembly Hall. It is here we 
learn, a few days later, that Atherton Mon- 
roe has been chosen as editor-in-chief of the 

If we have looked forward to an easy 
time as Seniors, we are soon disillusioned. 
The lessons are worse and more of them— 
decidedly more of them. If we do not do 
them we pay the penalty, and, since the 
penalty is worse than the lesson, we strive 
to learn something. The results are "sehr 
kommish," especially in French. Edith goes 
so far as to tell us the history of those 
tribes existing before Adam himself, tells 
us they were fond of dates and figs and 
such things; Randalls gives himself away 
when he translates "J'ai froid" as "I am a 
fraud ;" and Flazel is sure the man "had ten 
miles in his legs," even our most illustrious 
president is afflicted with this queer-transla- 
tion disease, and calls Joan of Arc, "Jean- 
ette." Well, Fred, we have always heard 
that the tongue will tell the secrets of the 
heart ! 


This year, we can hold a class social just 
as soon as we please, which is the twenty- 
seventh of October. It turns out to be a 
silhouette party, but we should hate to have 
to believe that some of us look anything 
like our silhouettes ! At ten o'clock, we 
almost forgot ourselves and prepare to 
leave, but suddenly remember that we are 
now grown up and may enjoy another half 
hour of dancing. We go home very tired, 
very happy, and very glad we're Seniors 
(on account of that extra half hour!) 

Just a word here about our 1912 football 
team. It's an all right good one, and under 
Hubert Welcome as captain, runs away 
with the inter-class championship. Three 
cheers for 1912. 

And now, for several weeks, everyone 
buckles down to hard study, for "Es" are 
well nigh unattainable, while "Ds" are 
quite the opposite. As a reward for work 
well ( ?) done, we have our Senior Dance 
in this hall on the first day of December. 
One would think our committee profes- 
sional decorators to see all the red and 
white flags, penants, streamers and plants 
so tastefully arranged. The 19 12 moonlight 
dances were greatly appreciated ; so were 
the refreshments ! One and all proclaim 
the dance the "best ever" and the commit- 
tee "A No. 1." But, best of all, we were 
a number of dollars on the right side of get- 
ting into debt. 

Another month, Christmas vacation, New 
year's with resolutions to study hard, and 
then the second class social — this one in the 
form of a Leap Year Party. The girls 
surely "done noble," about thirty of them 
appearing upon the scene as the escorts of 
a like number of boys, and a whole lot of 
others, unattached. Bee Greenleaf may be 
small, but she certainly can run a class 
social, and the girls all did their part, even 
unto the making of four or hve trips to the 
refreshment room. Nothing bashful about 
the boys when it comes to ice-cream, is 
there, Mr. Stearns?! Then the girls had to 

ask for' the dances. This, very naturally, 
afforded the boys great amusement ! 

No sooner is the social over, than we 
must think of the Senior play. Through 
the kindness and generosity of the citizens, 
the school has been presented with several 
pieces of good scenery, while the platform 
in the Assembly Hall has been transformed 
into a veritable stage with foot-lights, cur- 
tains, dressing rooms and all other neces- 
sary paraphernalia. We are proud of it, in- 
deed, and fully realize the manifold advan- 
tages in having a stage of our own, and we 
members of the Class of 1912 are proud, 
too, that we left the beaten track and chose 
a Shakespearian drama with which to chris- 
ten this stage of ours. How amply we are 
repaid for our choice! We doubt, however. 
if Edith could have withstood Kearsley's 
ardent wooing, if it had not been for those 
intermissions between acts, when the mask 
was laid aside, and both shone forth in their 
true light. To see them at such times, one 
would never think Edith needed tam- 

Shortly after the play, it was announced 
that Atherton Monroe would be valedic- 
torian, and Jeannette Daboll, salutatorian. 
So we know there's a "gude time" coming. 

With the beginning of Spring, athletics 
became prominent again. The swimming 
pool is now abandoned for wrestling and 
boxing, but most especially for baseball. 
The first game of the season is played on 
the new Athletic field, April 13, with Con- 
cord High School, and results in victory for 
Waltham by a score of 1 1 to 4. This is the 
first baseball game to be played in an en- 
closed field in the history of the school, and 
it proves advantageous, both financially and 
otherwise. By means of a second team and 
also a number of teams made up of the 
lower classes, everyone is given a chance in 
the athletics of the school. And not only 
does it give more a chance to play, but also 
it trains and keeps in practice those who, 
in a year or so, will be available for the first 







team, and our first team always makes an 
enviable record. 

On the 1 2th of March, an exceedingly 
tine concert is given in the High School 
hall, for the benefit of the "Mirror." We 
are glad to see, by the' large number present, 
the interest taken in our school paper, and 
are happy to say that the "Mirror" is now 
running on a very good financial basis. 
About this same time, we are enjoying a 
series of lectures on Italy that are very 
much appreciated. 

But the weeks fly by in spite of us, and 
before long the May vacation arrives, and 
with it the trip to Washington with Miss 
Spencer and Mr. Burke as chaperons to a 
crowd of exceedingly happy "nineteen- 
twelvers." Words cannot express, nor im- 
agine conceive, the perfectly glorious 
times we all had — nor the thousand million 
different things we saw. Harold Eaton 
proved a great one for going off by himself 
and indulging in conversations with a most 
strong-minded parrot ; while Kearsley used 
up all his surplus energy in trying to keep 
peace in the hotel, or in looking after Mel- 
rose on the boat. Well, surely "them was 
the happy days." 

Upon arriving home, everyone went to 
sleep and stayed there most of the time till 
Monday morning. Then we went to school 
and strove to put our minds on our lessons, 
or, if genius burned, we settled down to the 
writing of a Class Ode. A little later, we 
learn that Henry Reed is our bright and 
shining star in poetry ; and Herrick Green- 
leaf wins the honors for the best music. 
We congratulate them. 

Soon it is rumored abroad that the "Mir- 

ror" will contain a story of the Washington 
Trip. Alice, almost beside herself with 
fear, makes a dash for it — one glance ! the 
blow has fallen ! There it is in black and 
white. Well, Alice, you know such actions 
as those do not remain secret long! 

But now it is time for our last social. 
Old fashioned ladies, farmers, Indians, chil- 
dren, Japanese girls, in fact all colors, sizes 
and nationalities mingle happily in games 
and dancing, as well as in eating ice-cream 
and common crackers. And somehow, it 
doesn't seem possible that the next time we 
gather all together it will be as members of 
the Alumni. 

Now the time passes swiftly and all in 
a minute we find ourselves living no longer 
in the past. We have accepted the invita- 
tion of the Class of 1913 to the Prom. We 
are here and are going to have a good time 
and then — the present fades into the future. 

Two weeks more and our goal will be 
reached ! We are glad to reach it ; glad to 
know that success attends us after these 
four years of study ; proud to realize that 
we have been laying the foundations for 
our life work in a good education.; deeply 
thankful that we have, each one of us, been 
able to share the advantages offered by the 
public schools of our country. And yet, it 
is with deep regret, too, that we graduate 
and leave, for it means a parting of the 
ways. Henceforth, instead of the Class of 
1912 travelling on and on together, each 
member must choose a path of his own, 
that will lead him to what he most desires, 
and each member of the Class of 1912 
wishes to every other member best and 
truest success possible. 

Members of Class of 1912 


H. Bernice Adams, Framingham Normal 
Dorothy Allen, Wellesley 
B. Lillian Barker 
Hazel E. Bistrnp 
Dorothy M. Buell, Wellesley 
Jeannette G. Daholl, Mt. Holyoke 
Alice E. Don- 
Laura M. K. Fisher, Framingham Normal 
Ora J. Gove 

Marion A. Henry, Framingham Normal 
Marion E. Hines, Framingham Normal 
Irene F. Hqyt, Framingham Normal 
Mary A. McDonough, Framingham Normal 

I. L. Irmgarde Oelling, N. E. Conservatory 

Rachel G. Sawyer 

Mildred C. Smith, Simmons College 

L. Marguerite Stiles, N. E. Conservatory 

Mary A. Taylor, Boston University 

Edith L. Wallis, Framingham Normal 

Alice M. Wheeler, Simmons College 

William A. Bailey, Boston University 

Alfred P. Behrman 

Richard A. Brackett, Wentworth Institute 

Harold J. Fleming, Boston College 

Herbert M. French, Tufts 

Charles B. Janes, Exeter 


Lawrence J. Allen, M. I. T. 

Warren Ames, M. 1. T. 

J. Frederic W. Clark, Boston University 

Carl E. Emerson, General Electric Engineering 

Frederick P. Flagg, M. I. T. 

B. Frank Fletcher 

Herrick E. H. Greenleaf, Boston University 

Charles P. McCabe 

M. Atherton Monroe, M. I. T. 

Henry L. Reed, Mass. Agricultural College 

Carl A. Richards, Wentworth Institute 

Willard A. Rowe 

Hubert E. Wellcome, M. I. T. 


Hazel A. Arneson 

Nellie L. Barry 

Lucy M. Buker, Boston University 

Gertrude C. Butterfleld, Lasell Seminary 

Winifred dishing 

Marguerite S. Daniell 

Helena M. Doherty 

Winnifred W. Douglas 

Madeline E. Fyfe, Sargent 

Helen C. Godber, Sargent 

Alice E. Gorman 

Beatrice A. Greenleaf 

Mildred W. Harvey 

Kathryn T. Havey 

Constance M. Hicks 

Hazel S. E. Hodgman. Sargent 

Mildred G. Howe 

Roberta O. Johnson 

Edith E. M. Kristenson, Emerson College 

Flossie M. Maenche, Burdett College 

Bertha F. McKenna 

Myra M. Morris 

Florence E. Murphy, School of English Speech 
and Expression 

Signe M. Ridstrom 

Hazel O. Sherman, Waltham Training School 
for Nurses 

Laura B. Smith 

Laura M. Stewart, McDowell's School 

Bessie E. Strom, Bryant and Stratton's 

H. Louise Taylor, Boston Normal Art 

Richard Burckes, Wilbraham Academy 

Alfred R. Cobb, Brown 

Nathaniel E. Downs 

William E. Duffy 

Harold W. Eaton, Tufts 

Herbert L. Evans 

George H. Everett, Jr. 

Herbert J. Kearsley, Boston University 

Henry L. Morrisey, Preparatory 

AValter E. Randies 

Frederick C. Stearns, Mass. Agricultural Col- 

Edwin C. Varley 

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